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Chapter three:

Stiles tapped his hand against Derek's head at half past nine in the morning. Derek's eyes fluttered open, and showed Stiles his green eyes. Stiles had to suppress the ghosty smile he felt coming.

"Good morning, my friend," Stiles said, laughing at his own joke. Derek growled at him. "I meant mate, Growly McGrowly."

"You seriously have a list of nicknames for me, don't you?" Derek said to him.

Stiles nodded. "You need to shower." He held his nose for emphasis. "I may be a ghost, but jeez, I can still smell. It stinks!"

Derek growled again. "Leave me be. I'm a dog."

Stiles laughed so hard, he would have shat himself if he wasn't a ghost. "Oh my god! You just gave me new mateirla for dog jokes! Or I could tell your pack that you've said they are a bunch of dogs."

"You can't," Derek joked, but in a serious tone.

Stiles spluttered and then his mouth dropped open. "Did you just make a funny? I think you just made a funny! You did! Oh my - alert the media!"

"Stiles, shut the fuck up!" Derek exclaimed before he could stop himself.

"I told you if I died, or nearly died, or whatever, I would haunt your ass...Or was that Scott? I'm not really sure, to be quite honest. Maybe it was Isaac? Anyway, just go shower before I die from suffocation."

"I can't wait until you wake up. Then you'll be a less of a pain in the ass then you were before."

"Yes, but since I'm not waking up any time soon, I'm going to be such a pain in your ass, you'll want to join me in the world of ghosts."

"No thank you. I'd rather not be with you for the rest of entirety."

"Why not? I thought I was your mate?"

There was a knock at the door, which followed by Stiles smirking. Every time Derek talked to him, it made the alpha look crazy because they couldn't see or hear Stiles.

"Derek?" Isaac's voice came through the door. "Are you okay? You're talking to yourself."

Stiles laughed slightly. Derek looked over at Stiles, in question, 'Should I tell him?' Stiles shrugged his shoulder with a 'fuck knows.'

So Derek opened the door to see Isaac and Peter staring at him weirdly. Stiles chuckled behind him, over his shoulder at both of their faces. This was just too good.

"Oh, wow," Stiles said. "I never knew Peter could look normal. Well, you know what I mean. At least a little bit more normal from his crazy, dead psycho personality. It's great, you know, them not being able to hear you."

Derek ignored Stiles completely, trying to make himself look at least a little normal. Perhaps if he just said he was sleep talking, like sometimes he did. But Isaac would probably see through that, since they have been living together for about a year and a bit.

"You talking to yourself, kid?" Peter asked him. "Didn't take you for the crazy type."

"Well, you would know the type, wouldn't you!" Stiles said sarcastically.

Stiles would have voiced that one, Derek thought.

"Well, you would know the type, wouldn't you," He found himself saying.

Peter looked at him weirdly. "Is that Stilinski kid living through you or something? Because you're acting just like him."

"No," Derek said. "But it's kind of unbelievable and you might wanna sit down for this."

"Well, pack's downstairs for the pack meeting," Isaac said. "You should shower and get ready before you come down."

"HAHA! OOOOOOOOSSSSSSHH! SUCK MY POSTERIOR, DEREK FUCKING HALE!" Stiles yelled in Derek's ear.

Derek had to at least crack a smile at the posterior bit. Peter and Isaac looked at their alpha bewildered. Why would he be smiling?

"Just go shower, okay?" Peter told him softly.

Derek nodded and shut the door. Stiles was led on his bed, hands behind his head, and was looking at him with a smirk.

"Don't even think about coming into the bathroom," Derek warned him.

Stiles waved a hand to wave him off. "Don't worry. I want to be awake when I do finally see your bodily parts."

Derek laughed just a little at that, before walking away to shower.

Stiles hadn't even tried it, but he felt like he had to go see his dad. Just to see how his dad was coping. Even he knew it wasn't going to be a pretty sight. Maybe Melissa had been looking after him.

Stiles got up from Derek's bed and walked out to the hallway. He walked along and to the stairs, and started to walk down them. When he came to the bottom, he saw all of the pack waiting for their alpha. Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Scott, Erica, Boyd, Peter, Isaac, Melissa and his dad. They all looked terrible, apart from Peter.

Allison had tear marks down her face, and her eyes were red and puffy, and she was hugging her knees, same as Lydia. Jackson looked like he had just gone five rounds with a block of cement. Erica, Boyd and Isaac looked upset and lost. Melissa looked like she had had no sleep, and her eyes were puffy from crying. Same as Scott, but except he had the lost look on him too. And then his dad.

Jesus. His dad was a mess. His dad had puffy, red eyes, and even had a tear escaping now, like he couldn't stop them. He wasn't wearing his uniform, instead going for tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt, looking scruffy and as rough as fuck. His dad looked and felt like him. Crap.

"It's okay, Mr Stilinski," Jackson said. Jackson, of all people. "He'll wake up soon and say some sarcastic comment to us all."

John cracked a small smile. "That sounds like Stiles."

Stiles leant against the couch nearest to his dad. "Hello, Dad? Can you hear me?"

He walked to the middle of the circle, and none of them looked up. No one. Stiles was going crazy about this. Only having one person to communicate with?!

"Anyone?" Why can't you hear me?! Listen to me!" Stiles yelled.

They all looked up when Derek walked down the stairs and placed a hand on where Stiles had been leaning. IT was meant to comfort Stiles, since they couldn't actually touch one another. Stiles smiled slightly, and nodded over to Derek's confused and upset pack. Derek nearly groaned when Stiles danced around in front of him so he couldn't see anyone.

"Hey, everyone," Derek greeted in a deadpan.

They all nodded.

They were all so boring, Stiles thought in his mind.

"What were you going to tell us?" Isaac said to his alpha.

Scott looked over to Derek, with a raised eyebrow. "Is he here? Like, here and now?"

Derek nodded. "He's in front of me, dancing like a spaz."

Everyone minus Scott looked up at Derek confused. Stiles stepped away, and fixed his clothes, and went to touch Jackson, to smack him, but it just went through him. Jackson shivered and looked around.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Stiles just touched you," Derek answered.

"What? Stiles? He's in a coma!" Jackson said, standing.

"Yeah, but he's having an outer body experience," Derek explained. "I'm the only one that can hear and see him."

John nodded. "This is good, right? He's still around?"

"Yeah," Derek said.

"Oh, Dad, please stop eating chocolate!" Stiles said to his father.

"He just told you to stop eating chocolate," Derek said.

John chuckled. "I'll stop right away, Stiles."

"Hold on!" Jackson exclaimed. "This isn't real! You can't talk to ghosts! It's just not possible!"

"Jack-" Lydia tried to say.

"No!" Jackson exclaimed. "It's impossible for you to be able to talk to him!"

Scott had started to wolf out while Jackson was exclaiming, and they started to fight.

"Guys!" Stiles said, trying to get in the middle. "Yo! Guys! Stop it!"

Derek watched as Stiles tried to get in the middle of it.

"STOP IT!" Stiles yelled very loudly.

And everyone heard him.

Scott and Jackson stopped and looked around.

"Wow!" Stiles said. "Woo! They now know that Stiles is speaking to big old alpha!"

Derek growled at Jackson and Scott. "Have you two just about finished?"

"He shouted at us to stop," Jackson said bewildered. "I don't get what's going on here."

"I can only hear and see Stiles," Derek explained again, exasperated. "I don't know if it's a mate thing or not, but I can see him."

Stiles cheered! Oh yeah, hot sexy alpha Derek is his mate!

"I'm going to get some food from the store!" Derek called through the house.

Isaac just grunted from his postion on the couch, as he was spread out wide, his legs and arms falling and flopping off the sofa. Peter was sat in his arm chair, thinking hard about something. He had nodded, and then had gone back to thinking.

"Oh, are you?" Stiles said, appearing and leaning against his car.

"Oh my god, Stiles!" Derek exclaimed in surprise.

Stiles mentally cheered. He had surprised Derek for once.

"Did you just use oh my god? You've been around me too long, I swear," Stiles said.

"Even when you're a ghost, you can still be annoying," Derek growled slightly.

"Obviously. And since you are the only one that can see and hear me, I think I shall only annoy you."

Both males get into the car.

"Thanks, Stiles. Now put your seatbelt on."

"Don't need it. Ghost, remember?"

Derek sighed, but started the car and went the way to the store to pick up some food and things for the Hale house. They were running low on about everything, and things were becoming so scare, that Peter had had to use Stiles' bathroom and toilet roll. Let's just say, Stiles was going to have a surprise when he came home.

"You know, I used to love shopping at the store," Stiles said, dreamily, thinking back to the good old days. "This was back when my mom was alive, and she always used to take me to the store, and twirl me around, and get us stuff so we could back. I miss her."

Derek looked over at him. "You never told me your mom died."

"It's not really a conversation starter, is it?" Stiles said to him. "I don't really like talking about it either. It was a hard couple of months."

"When did she pass away?"

Stiles sighed sadly. "On my thirteenth birthday."

Derek looked over at him, in shock. Poor kid.

"Yeah," Stiles continued. "I was sitting in the chair next to her, and she gave me her necklace as a birthday gift and now, I wear it al the time even if it's girly." Stiles brought out a gold chain, and on the end was a woman's ring. "It was her engagement ring. I think my dad still wears his wedding ring. I'm not really sure."

"I'm sorry, Stiles," Derek said, after a few moments of silence between the two. "You know, for that time when I said you don't know what real loss feels like."

Stiles shrugged. "I got over it. Don't worry. I don't tell most people that my mom died anyway. Scott, Jackson and maybe Lydia know about her."

Derek and Stiles fell silent. Yes, Stiles was silent for once. Well, that was until Derek went to open his mouth, but Stiles beat him too it.

"You do know that every time you talk to me, it looks like you are talking to yourself, right? Not only will you be known as the most wanted around here, but you'll be know for the town whack job as well! Ha! Derek Hale being the town whack job. Oh, now that's just too funny. Derek, don't you think-"

"Stiles, shut up!" Derek growled.

"NO! It's rude to growl at people! Ask politely and I might," Stiles argued back.

"Please?" Derek asked softly.

"The answers no. I told you I might shut up. If you think I actually would, I'm very surprised. You don't know your mate at all."

"I do know him, otherwise he wouldn't be sat in the god damn car with me."

A woman who had stopped next to them at the lights looked over at Derek weirdly, raising her eyebrows. Derek chuckled nervously and waved slightly. That was all it took for the woman to melt. She smiled and waved back, totally ignoring the fact he was shouting to himself in the car.

"That's so unfair!" Stiles exclaimed. "Women just fall at your feet, don't they?!"

"It's a good job that I'm a werewolf and can mate then, isn't it? I'm tied down to that someone for life and won't want anyone else in my life apart from that someone."

Stiles sighed and patted his cheek lightly. "Thank you so much, sweetie."

Derek growled.

He's going to have to take that to the store with him?!

He is well and truly fucked.

Hope you liked it;D Chapter four coming soon;)